Return of Hallelujah
From The Spaghetti Western Database
Return of Hallelujah (Il West ti va stretto, amico ... è arrivato Alleluja)
Dir: Giuliano Carnimeo - Cast: George Hilton, Lincoln Tate, Agata Flori, Aldo Barberito, Michael Hinz, Peter Berling, Roberto Camardiel, Raymond Bussieres, Umberto D'Orsi, Nello Pazzafini, Lars Bloch, Riccardo Garrone, Mara Krupp, Fortunato Arena, Pasquale Fasciano, Renato Baldini, Paolo Gozlino - Music: Stelvio Cipriani
A sequel to They Call Me Hallelujah, according to most only half as funny as the first movie. The setting is again the Maximilian uprising and Hallelujah is again sent for by revolutionary general Ramirez, this time to retrieve a statuette, an idol to the Aztecs. The idol was stolen and Ramirez reckons that he can win the Indians for his cause if Hallelujah manages to recover the artifact, but of course there are rivals in the field ...
Most supporting actors from the original Hallelujah adventure re-appear in the sequel, often in similar roles, but notice that Charles Southwood (the Cossack from the first movie) is replaced by Lincoln Tate, who plays another dubious character from the old world, a Scotsman called Archie, kilt and all, who is roaming the West in the company of a quarrelsome accomplice named Fleurette, played by the ever so sexy Agata Flori. Also new are a couple of pious - but also quarrelsome - brothers named Cain and Abel, no less.
If the first Hallelujah movie was still a transitional movie, a blend of gritty and parodying genre characteristics, the sequel is all fun, with hardly any violence. Only the beginning with Hilton sticking a rocket to his handgun has some Zapata flair, so to speak, otherwise we're on Trinity territory with all confrontations resulting in slapstick fisticuffs or Benny Hill type of sped-up scenes with men running around like peewits. Benny Hill is by the way not the only British comedian who comes to mind: with his rolling eyes the Indian Chief - or whatever - reminded of good old Marty Feldman. There's also a talking cockato making would-be funny remarks (an idea taken from Fabio Questi's infamous Se sei vivo spara) and a dirty old salesman who can't keep his eyes from Mara Krupp, the lady from For a Few Dollars More with the enormous ... right: nose.
Cipriani's score is almost as infectious as his work for the original movie and Agata Flori shows even more delicious curves, so it's definitely not a complete waste of time. Hilton is still using laxatives or other concoctions (this time in combination with a whip!) and there's the traditional tasteless moment with one of Hallelujah's opponents being an obsessive nose picker. But there are a few good jokes as well. if the sequel is only half as funny as the original, it's at least twice as funny as most western comedies spawned by the Italian genre industry in the first half of the Seventies.